Housewife Gone Wild

Loose 754

the voucher

As I rounded a corner, I saw Nathan in an iron–gray suit, smiling as he chatted with someone. He looked more mature and composed than ever, exuding the quiet confidence of someone at the very top. Today, he wore gold–rimmed glasses, and his eyes shone behind the lenses.

I came in from a side hallway. Nathan was talking and didn’t notice me at all–until his partner nudged him, and only then did he turn and see me.

I walked over with a confident smile, greeting him naturally.

Nathan’s eyes lingered on me for a split second, but he quickly put on a relaxed smile, as if nothing had happened. “Why didn’t you come with Mr. Holcomb?”

“He got here first. I had something to take care of, so I’m running a bit late,” I answered without missing a beat.

“Alright, let me take you inside,” Nathan offered, though it was clear he had more on his mind, but kept it to himself.

“That’s alright. There are still guests who haven’t arrived yet–I’ll just head in myself,” I said.

“Alright, I’ve got your seat all set up. My assistant will take you there,” Nathan said, and didn’t insist.

saw Nathan’s assistant hurrying over to

with someone

Nathan came over and took a seat at my

while his partner painted a picture of the future. The way they played off each other

closely, trying to soak up every detail and get a better grasp of what they

happens after years in the workplace–you just get sharper, more tuned in. Back then, I was so hung up on love, I thought losing someone’s affection would be

beyond romance–stuff you can pour your energy into, some of it

few drinks at dinner, and

talked to me with genuine respect. It was a revelation–turns out, when you’ve got real skills or stand high enough, men

if you want respect as a woman, you’ve got to put your energy into your career and fight

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Chapter 754

collapsed onto the table, the

didn’t hesitate–he waved over an assistant to help Nathan upstairs so he could sleep

hung around for a bit before deciding it

walked over and asked, “You’re leaving

my tone